Boys' Night Out

I am on my back in the sling. Wasted. My legs are up in ankle straps. High. Spread. I am alone now for the first time in a couple of hours. Wasted. Fulfilled. Happy. Tired. I cannot move my hands to touch my cock. I cannot move my hands to touch my hole. I would really like to see if my fingers could tell more about my hole. It feels open, slack, sloppy. A used cunt. I hope they did take pictures, make a video.

Three friends – fisting friends – and I had decided that what we needed to get through all the social distancing this past month was a carefully crafted local FistFest of our own. We would get the best masks possible and find a place where we could to suck, and fuck and fist. Yes – there would be an exchange of fluids. And yes, we would not be six feet apart. But we do our best to be safe in our interactions, at least as Covid-19 was concerned. We had our eyes on a setting up an outdoor sling.

OK. Who are we. Crazy as it may seem each of us married. We are all late 60s, early 70’s. OK, we are older guys. A bit extra weight. Not super toned. No huge cocks. But in the past twenty years each of us has discover we are gay. Each of us would admit, despite multiple marriages and kids, that we have always been gay, but too clueless to know it until the sex at home stopped, and for each of us it did and has. We will met on Cragslist. Two of us met me first. The fourth guy was a friend of one of the others. He found out his friend liked cock when they were on a business trip and ended up spending time in the hotel bar. How cool that must have been. So we are gay men. On the DL. Ray and Chuck are mostly tops. Bill and I (Bob) are mostly bottoms. And thank God we will like fisting.

So, the weekend came. Warm. Sunny. Each of us had managed to get the same week night off from being home bound. Maybe it was because we husbands had given the wives a while weekend off the week prior. Sure they got two nights off. Shit, how did they decide we four ought to try to get away and unwind? Well, in part, it is because we think they are all quite clueless of their husbands being fucking faggots. They don’t have any interest in sex, so why would they notice. It is not as if we go around sneaking kisses, or touching ass, or groping, or linking fingers. Though how we would like to being doing this. Those furtive touches. And it is not as if at our ages there would be an immediate raging hardons. So be it. We are the beneficiaries. So thank you – women. And maybe they form a club of four lesbians. How cool would that be.

Here we are.

Four horny men. With a night to ourselves. Atthe small lake house of one of the guys. It is 3 p.m. We are outside. Drinking beer. Setting up the grill and the table for supper. Setting up one of those portable shelters with netting that make backyards habitable no matter the mosquitoes. Setting up our portable sling stand (too rarely used by handy for tonight – of course, we have the bedrooms inside) and setting up the folding tables to hold our toys and lube and poppers. We are all almost nude, with shorts on only because we have to step outside the enclosed area where the sling is set-up. Of course, we are all commando. And pig that I am, my shorts have a cut in them to give access to my hole. W will be nude after dark, after 8 p.m. We are setting up the grill. The two coolers with beer are full. There are a couple of bottles of vodka handy. This is our night to howl.

And we are getting frisky. Yes touching. Yes kissing, yes hands on chests, tweaking nipples. Damn I love cupping ass. And thank god this is a weekday/night. So no one is around, at least not the immediate neighbors. At least we think. And as the day moves on and the beer flows, we care less and less. Damn, I have to get out of my shorts.

Chuck comes by, and I can’t stop myself from cupping Chuck’s cock, now putting my mouth on the bulge, mouthing it through the fabric, now freeing his cock from his shorts so I can take it in my mouth…

“Baby, not so fast. But shit, suck me your fag.”

How could I not? I did. Damn there is something so good about sucking cock. The fullness in your mouth, the texture of cock head, of the shaft, taking it as deep as you can take, even feeling that little gag, then working to take it deeper. The hardness. The pleasure of looking up to make eye contact with the an you are with. To see his excitement. To have the contact shift from your sucking his cock to his fucking your mouth.

Then Ray, whose place this was, said, “ Hey guys. Time to break. Time to get asses ready. Then we eat and then… well… let your imaginations run wild…”

It was that time.

Showers, enemas, back in the shorts only. Fire up the grill. Drink beer, Hamburgers. Salads sent lovingly along. Beer. Sharing touching. Seeing cockscreep out of the shorts. Touching cocks. Wanting cocks. And ass. Kissing. Finally stripping. Nude. Hard.

Ray said, “Now. Who is here? Anybody in the house?”

Bill said, “I’m in the sling. Will you all take?”

A chorus of yes.

Let the night begin.

Bill got in the sling. I went to the head and started to kiss him, softly at first, then we were tongue fucking. At the same time, Chuck started sucking Bill’s cock. Ray lubed up his hole and started fucking him. No preliminaries for that hole. Maybe not as loose as mine, but a fine hole to fuck.

We kissed for a while. Then Chuck and I switched, except that Chuck gave Bill his cock to suck. Then it was my turn to fuck Bill. Yes I was a bottom, but early on, before any poppers, when my cock was really hard, I like to feel my cock in a wet man’s cunt. I was fucking while Ray face fucked bill. Chuck was kissing Ray while jacking Bill. This was the way men were supposed to be. At that moment all lost, as we would be the rest of the night, in sex, man sex, four faggots being men. We switched again. Ray who was the best multiple cummer wanted to breed Bill so I could felch out the results. Chuck and I broke off to kiss while Ray slammed his engorged cock in Bill.

“Damn Ray you feel good.”

“Damn, Bill. I am going to blow.”

“Breed me!!!”

He did. A tremendous shudder rolled through Ray’s body as he ejaculated ropes of cum into Bill’s cunt. When he was done, it was my turn. I positioned myself at Bill’s hole.

“Push out baby. Feed me.”

He did and I feasted on Ray’s jism and Bill’s ass juices. I used my fingers to dig for more. Damn it was hot. I stood and put my cock in his cumhole. I reached for the poppers. Two deep huffs. Went back on my knees.

“Give Bill some poppers, Chuck.”

He did.

As Bill huffed, I inserted three fingers in his hole. Felching his ass. Fucking his ass. I had to do more. I was on fire. Fuck being a bottom. I had wanted Bill’s cute ass for a long time.

“Shit, “ I heard Ray say, “Shit he is working Bill’s ass. I need my cock in his mouth. Go for it Bob.”

I did. Three fingers, four, more lube, four fingers probing, turning.

“Fist me Bob. More poppers.”

I felt the poppers relax Bill’s opening as I brought my thumb and fingers together and started to probe again. I probed, pushed, probed. Then… in. I knew so well how much I loved this moment.

“Bob you are in. Fist me.”

I turned my fist like Ray and Chuck did in my cunt. I pulled almost all the way out. Then in. Out. In. Turning me hand. Then pulled out to do another thing I loved to do – eat ass, kiss it, lick it, eat it probe it with my tongue.”

“Bob, you are such a pig.” Was the Chuck? No Ray. Ray has his cock in Bill’s mouth.

We paused to get some beer.

“Man, I need to piss.”

“Well you know where,” said Bill.

That was my cut to step out of the enclosure and lie down on the grass. I had grown to love the opportunities when I could be pissed on, my mouth used as a urinal. Hot piss. Joy.

“Bob, get up. I want to piss in your cunt,” said Ray.

I did. He did. An extra cleaning to get me ready for what would be next, or almost next.

I felt Chuck slip a CBD suppository up my ass. “More getting ready, pig.”

I knew there had to me more fucking. I would look on while my ass got ready.

“Oh, and for tonight Bob, we have something special for you.” That was Chuck who was always wanting me to press the “limits”.

“Cool. Just let know.”

They played as a threesome for about the next hour. We all drank beer. Bill huffed poppers. I played with my cock. I added lube to my hole. I felt the CBD start to do its work. I loved the feel of the piss drying. Damn, who would have thought 20 years ago that these married men would all be totally gay. From time to time I reached out to suck a cock, finger an ass, kiss an open mouth. My hole got a cock or two or three. One load. I drank some hot piss. I was in heaven. So, to, I could see were Bill, Chuck, and Ray. They ended with Bill being double-penetrated. I cupped the Chuck and Ray’s balls as they loaded Bill. Then snuck under to be ready to have Bill squat over my mouth to feed with cum while Chuck was fingering my ass and ay was working my cock.

“Now Bob. Up in the sling.”

“You bet. The surprise?

“Just lay back. Get your ankles in the cuffs. Get your wrists in the cuffs. Relax. Get ready. We decided that tonight we would take your hole to a new level, so to speak. And after seeing you fist Bill, we know we re right. Get ready because by the time we are through we want to have used your ass to exhaustion and destruction. And we have to surprises. One you will get find out soon. One later.”

I did.

“Thank you, guys.”